Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2010 18:55:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sam Shell <stories_of_sam@yahoo.com>
Subject: Josh goes to college chapter 9

This story is purely fictional. However, some places mentioned do in fact
exist, but certain things may be changed for the advantage of the
story. This story will, at some point, include sexual relations between two
college-age males. If you don't want to read something like that, then
leave. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas), or if it is
illegal for you to view this material, then you should exit out of this.

This story is copyrighted and may not be copied for any reason, without the
authors permission.

*Author's note*

In this chapter we introduce Jason. Jason, as you remember, is Justin's
brother, and I know everybody is curious about him and the relationship
between the brothers, both in the past and in the present. Jason's pov may
or may not make a regular appearance in the story.

*Jason*

People always say that my brother and I look like twins...same blond hair
and green eyes, same height, except I'm not as built as my brother - I'm
actually a lot thinner, and there is another thing that's different about
my brother and I - he's straight and I'm gay. We were always close growing
up, despite a 2 year age difference. I would always play with him and his
friends, and if his friends had a problem with me, then he didn't want to
play with them; they quickly learned to keep their mouths shut about me.

I guess I must have been eleven years old when I realized that I wasn't
like my brother and all the other boys. Robert Stone was the boy that
changed my life; he was my first crush. I guess I really began to notice
him in the fifth grade, when we started using the locker rooms after PE to
take showers. It's also the first time I heard the term `faggot'; not
directed toward me, of course. I heard Robert and a couple of other boys
talking about a `faggot', and I somehow knew they were talking about me. It
upset me that Robert could be so mean, and I swore right then and there
that I would never let people find out I was `one of them'. Of course, I
got older and went through puberty, and the older I got, the harder it was
to hide.

I became depressed, and just kind of went into my own little world; it was
safe there. But then something happened, something that threatened that
world - I met Pete. Pete is the sweetest, most caring guy I've ever met. I
don't know how he did it, but he got through the wall that I worked so hard
to keep up. We met in biology class when the teacher told us that the
person next to us was our lab partner for the rest of the year. I hadn't
paid attention to who sat next to me, until then, and when I looked up, I
gasped! He was gorgeous: black hair, blue eyes; I could tell he was tall,
even though he was sitting down. He is the type of guy who is a friend to
everybody, so it was only natural that he tried to become my friend. But at
that point, I wasn't having any of that. However, after about a month of
trying, he did get through. He had finally had enough, because he said,
"Listen, I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not going to spend the
entire year being your lab partner, when I can't even get you to talk to
me. So if that's how it's going to be, maybe we should talk to the teacher
about changing partners."

When he said that, I don't know why, but I felt this panicky feeling build
up, and I knew I didn't want to be partners with anyone else. So I took a
deep breath and said, "No, look. I'm sorry; I'm just not used to having to
work with other people. I want you to be my lab partner, if you still want
me."

"I do want you..." he started looking nervous, and then he said, "you know,
to be my lab partner."

That opened the door to us getting to know each other and, eventually, we
discovered that we were both gay; and then we found out that we both felt
the same way about each other. We recently celebrated our one year
anniversary. It may seem like I was the scared, hesitant one, and Pete was
the confident one, but it turned out just the opposite, because I soon
found out that he was terrified of anybody finding out he is gay. While he
was terrified, I quickly opened up, and I wasn't so scared over the
possibility of someone finding out, and I didn't exactly understand why
Pete wouldn't invite me to his house, and wouldn't go out on a date with
me, even if it just looked like two guys hanging out. I finally had enough
one day, when he wouldn't ask his parents if he could come over to my house
to study. He had been extra paranoid for a couple of weeks, and it was
driving me nuts. I confronted him about it, and that was when he told me
that his brother was kicked out of the house for being gay, and he was
terrified that his parents would find out and do the same to him. He talked
about how much he misses his brother, and how his parents act like they
never had another son. After he told me that, I became more understanding,
and he has gotten better at spending more time with me.

He has really shown me how much he cares about me lately, because my
brother has turned into a completely different person, someone I don't even
recognize. When he made that first homophobic remark, I felt my heart drop
into my stomach. He has gotten worse, too; he never talks to me anymore
without saying something bad about gay people. My mom knows about me, and
is fine with it, and I've been telling her some of the things he has been
saying, and I don't think she believed it was as serious as it is, until he
went off in front of her about a week ago. I had heard his voice, so I came
out of my room to say "hi", but before I could, he started yelling, and he
said that all fags should die. I was so shocked that all I could think
about was getting out of there. I know I wasn't supposed to go to Pete's
house, but I couldn't think of anywhere else to go; well, anywhere else I
wanted to be, and no one else I wanted to see but Pete. By the time I got
there, I had stopped crying, because I knew it wouldn't look good to his
parents if I was crying, but I was barely holding it together.

I knocked on the door and, thankfully, it was Pete who answered.

"Are your parents' home?"

"No, what are you doing here? What's wrong?"  I told him everything, and
when I broke down again, he held me; that showed me how much he really does
care for me. Eventually, I left and went home. Thankfully, everybody was
asleep, so I quietly made my way to my room and crashed.

My mom later told me what happened after I left, and I was shocked, but I
really hope he changes, because if he finds out I'm gay, I'll lose him.

Today, Pete finally agreed to go see a movie with me! He did say that he
would meet me there, but you take what you can get, right? So here I
am...waiting for him to get here. He's late, not so late that he's going to
miss the movie, but late enough that I'm wondering if he changed his mind.

"Well, look who it is! Hey, fag, who you waiting for?"

Shit! Adrian Minton and his friends; just what I need! If Pete sees them,
there's no way he'll come up to me. I've never come out to anyone at
school, but for somehow they seem to know I'm gay. They haven't done
anything besides name calling and a couple of shoves, so I always let it
go, but now I'm alone. It must be a slow day at the movie theater, because
nobody is outside. I have to admit I'm kind of nervous.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, fag!" He got closer to me.

"Come on, Adrian, leave me alone."

"Who you waiting for? Nobody? Well, well, well, boys; we got ourselves a
lonely fag! You know what we do to lonely fags?" By now, they have me
surrounded. Shit! I'm in trouble; there's no way that I can get away.

It happened so fast, I never saw it coming. Adrian had punched me. While I
was still dazed, he pulled me up, threw me to the ground, and started
kicking me in the ribs.

"Come on, guys, don't just stand there!"

That's when his other two friends joined in. I felt a rib crack, and I
screamed! Someone kicked me in the head, making me dizzy.

"Hey! Stop!" I heard someone yell. Realizing it was Pete, I panicked.

Pete! Oh my, god! No! Don't come over here, please! I don't want you hurt,
too, I thought.

They continued to kick me, and I could feel myself losing consciousness. I
felt another hard kick to my head, and everything went black.

*Justin*

When I came to, I wasn't in the bathroom anymore; I was in the locker room
again; how the fuck did I get here? That's when I noticed the coach looking
at me.

"Are you ok?"

Am I ok? What? Why isn't he yelling at me for what I did?

"Yeah, I'm ok, but what about the guy I hit? Is he ok?

"Yeah, I'm fine; I'm a black belt; I know how to keep blows from hurting
me. I could have easily stopped you, but the look you had in your eyes
stopped me. It looked like you needed to get out some anger."

"It wasn't really directed at you..."

"I know," he interrupted.

"Well, it started out as you; you fuckin' pinched my ass!"

He blushed. "I know; I'm sorry about that; I didn't mean for you to be
offended. I was just playin' with you; I didn't think you would react like
that."

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go off like that."

"It's ok; let's just move on, ok?"

"Yeah, thanks for understanding."

"No problem. Now are you ok? We found you passed out in the bathroom."

"Yeah I'm ok; I guess I was just so stressed out by what I did to you that
it became too much for me."

"Hey! Enough chit-chat! I don't care why you attacked him; you still did
it, and I won't tolerate something like that on my team; do you understand
me?" the coach interrupted. I had almost forgotten about the coach, and
everybody else, when me and the guy were talking.

"Yes, I understand coach; I'm sorry."

"Well, since there doesn't seem to be any damage, and the two of you seem
to be ok, I'll let it go... this time. Next time, you are suspended from
the team for a week, got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hey; Justin, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm Billy, by the way."

I smiled. "Well, thanks for not pulling your ninja shit on me."

He laughed. "No problem, man. Listen, if you ever need to talk, I'm here,
ok? I promise not to touch you; just listen. But I do have to admit I
really am gay, and I do find you attractive, but I know now that you're
straight. Sometimes, it helps to talk to someone you don't know."

"I appreciate that; I really do, but this is something I have to figure out
on my own, ok?"

"Sure, bud, but the offer still stands."

"Thanks."

He left me standing there. I can't believe I made him bleed, and probably
gave him a black eye, yet he is being nice to me. If I were him, I wouldn't
be nice to me. I finally finished getting dressed, and grabbed my stuff and
left for the dorm. I was almost there, when my cell phone rang. Not looking
at the ID, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Justin!" it was my mom...crying.

"Mom? What's wrong? Why are you crying? What happened?"

She was crying so hard that I could hardly understand what she was saying.

"Your brother...hospital...you have to come to the hospital!"

"WHAT!? Oh my god!"  "Ok, mom; I'm on my way!"

I took off running for my dorm. Don't ask me why I didn't just head for my
car; I wasn't thinking clearly. By the time I got to my room, I was in a
daze. I don't know what's wrong with my brother, but it has to be serious
if she is crying. I can't lose him; I just can't! Not after all the
problems we've had lately.

*Josh*

I wish I could say that things have gotten better in the week since Justin
apologized to me, but I'd be lying. Justin isn't really being homophobic or
anything, but he has shut down. I don't know what happened to him while he
was at home, but for the past week he has done nothing but go to class and
practice; the rest of the time he lays in his bed. I even started bringing
food back to the room for him, so that I know he is eating; and Noah and I?
Forget it! We haven't had any alone time in a week, except for when I go to
his room, or the couple of hours Justin is in practice. I'm starting to
worry about him; I mean I know that he hasn't exactly been nice to me, but
last night when he thought I was asleep, I could hear him crying, and I
almost said something, but I didn't. It actually hurts me to see him like
this; it's like he has given up on life, and he looks so hopeless. Right
now, he's at practice, and I'm not looking forward to him coming back; but
maybe that's because Noah is coming over!

There was a knock at the door, and I got up to open it. "Noah!" He
immediately started kissing me. "Hold on, baby; Justin will be back soon."

"All the more reason why we have to hurry," he started pushing me back
toward the bed, and down on top of it. I have to admit...him taking charge
like that really turned me on! He pushed me down, so that I was lying down
with him on top of me. When he started humping against me, I thought I
would lose it before he even got my clothes off. He started kissing down my
neck, but then stopped and moved to the other side; only this time, he
started licking and nibbling behind my ear. I wanted him to keep doing
that, but I also wanted him to do more. I guess he was ready for more,
because he said, "Raise your arms, baby." He took off my shirt, and licked
and kissed his way to my nipples. Taking my right nipple into his mouth, he
lightly chewed on it; I couldn't help but moan at that. He looked up and
smiled. "Feel good?" All I could do was nod in response.

He raised up and took off his shirt, and I pulled him back down to me for
another kiss; I cannot get enough of his soft lips. He raised up and,
laughing, said, "Wait, I want to take off my pants."

He stood up and took off his pants and boxers, all at the same time. I
couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him, standing there naked. He
climbed back on the bed and started undoing the button on my jeans, then
slid the zipper down. "Lift up." I lifted my hips so he could get them off
me. Once he had them off, he lowered himself on top of me.

"Oh, god!" I groaned. Noah laid his head on my shoulder for a minute, then
raised up. He had tears in his eyes, but then he looked me in the eyes, and
smiled, and then leaned in and started kissing me. I responded, running my
tongue along his bottom lip, hoping he would accept my tongue; he did.

He started thrusting into me, causing his cock to rub up against
mine. Soon, I was thrusting up to meet him. I knew I wasn't going to last
long, with all the friction between us, but I know that's exactly what we
wanted to happen, because Justin was going to be back soon.

Noah captured my lips again, and started thrusting faster and harder into
me. I was leaking like crazy, and I know Noah was, too. All too soon, I
felt that familiar tingle, and I knew I was going to cum.

"I'm close," I managed to gasp out.

"Me, too," he moaned.

I started thrusting harder to meet him, as he leaned down to kiss me
again. Then, groaning into my mouth, and with one final thrust, he started
shooting. That did it, and I started shooting with him. We laid there
gasping for air, riding out the waves of pleasure until it was over. Noah
laid his head on my chest and sighed.

"You ok?" I asked.

He raised up his head to look at me, and smiled. "I'm great! That was
amazing!"

"Yeah, it was. I can't wait to get to the other stuff; will you be my
teacher?"

"Hmm, it depends on if you are a good boy."

"Yes, sir, I'll be a very good boy."

He laughed, gave me one more kiss, and then said, "Well, student, if we
don't get cleaned up, someone is going to have to take a crowbar to us, and
I don't know about you, but I rather like the hair on my chest, and I'd
like to keep it!"

We got up, and I got a towel to clean us up. After we took care of that, we
got dressed again (in case Justin came back), and laid back down on the
bed. We must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, the door
opened. I was expecting Justin to complain that we were in bed together
(even though we were dressed), but he didn't. I looked up, and Justin was
just standing there, staring into space.

"Justin? Hey!" I got up off the bed. "Justin?" I snapped my fingers at him,
and that got his attention.

"My brother...he's in the hospital. I don't know why...." Tears started
streaming down his face. I grabbed hold of him, and hugged him. "It's gonna
be ok; don't worry." I looked over to my bed, and seeing Noah was awake, I
said, "Noah will drive us to the hospital, ok?" I glanced at Noah again,
and he was nodding, and said, "Yeah, I'll take you; let's go; you don't
need to drive yourself."

He grabbed his keys and mine, and we led Justin out the door; he was like a
zombie. When we got to the car, I sat him down in the passenger side, and I
got in the backseat. We quickly made it to the hospital, and found the
waiting room.

*Justin*

On the ride to the hospital, I managed to pull myself together. I had to be
strong for my mom. By the time we got there, I was functioning again. We
found a parking space, and I ran into the hospital, and found the waiting
room; my mom was pacing back and forth. She looked up when she heard us and
ran to me. "I don't know what's wrong! They haven't told me anything!"

"Ok, mom, I'll go see if I can find out anything."

I left in search of the nurses' station. When I found it, I said, "Excuse
me; do you have any information on Jason Myers? I'm his brother, and my mom
says that no one has told her anything yet."

"Hold on, hon; I'll see what I can find out," the nurse said. She got up
and left, while I waited impatiently for her to get back. When she
returned, she said, "I'm sorry, hon; all I could find out is that he is in
surgery. A doctor will be out, as soon as possible, to tell you more."

I sighed. "Ok, thank you for trying."

I slowly walked back to the waiting room. Why is he in surgery? Just the
idea that he's in surgery makes me nervous. When I got back, my mom was
finally sitting down, and I went over and sat next to her.

"All they could tell me is that he is in surgery, and that a doctor will be
out to talk to us soon."

"Well, I already knew about the surgery, but thanks for trying."

"Mom, did they tell you why he needs surgery?"

"No. When I got here, they already had him in there, and that's what
worries me; because they need my permission to treat him, and if they took
him in there without it, he must be in trouble."

I grabbed her hand and said, "Don't worry mom; I'm sure he'll be ok," even
though I didn't believe it myself.

`Soon' turned out to be almost 3 hours, and by then, even Josh and Noah
were pacing, and they didn't even know my brother.

"I really appreciate you guys bringing me, but if you want to leave, you
can; I plan on staying here anyway."

"No, Justin; we really want to stay, if you don't mind. We are concerned,
too, even though we don't know him. We know you, and we know how much you
care for your brother. We want to be here for you."

"Thanks, guys."

Before they could reply, a very stressed out looking doctor came out.

"Myers?"

"Yes, I'm Jason's mom."

"Mrs. Myers, your son is a very sick young man; I'll let the police talk to
you about what they know, but..."

"Police? Why would the police be involved?" my mom interrupted.

"Your son was severely beaten. He has a fractured right arm, a collapsed
lung, a bruised kidney, and 2 broken ribs, but what is most worrisome is
his head; his brain is swollen, so swollen that we had to take him into
surgery to relieve some of the pressure, and while we were in there, we
noticed that he has a small bleed, as well. I'm sorry to have to tell you
that."

"Oh god! Is he going to be ok?" my mom squeaked out.

The doctor sighed and said, "Your son is young, and appears to be very
healthy. To be honest, I think that kept him from being worse, but, right
now, it's a lot of wait and see. If the swelling doesn't go
down...Mrs. Myers, as of right now, I'd say he has a 35-40% chance of
survival. The first 48 hours are critical; if he can get through that, he
has a good chance. Right now, he is in a medically induced coma, so he can
have a better chance to heal. We'll watch him closely in ICU."

"Can I see him?"

"He is in recovery right now; you can see him when we get him settled in
his room in a couple of hours; someone will come and get you."

As soon as the doctor left, my mom collapsed against me and sobbed. Noah
and Josh rushed over to help me get her into a chair; I had to get out of
there.

"I'll be right back, ok?"

Josh nodded, and held my mom to him, trying to comfort her.

I just had to get out of there! I didn't want them to see me break down; my
mom didn't need that; she needed me to be strong. I found the nearest
bathroom, barely making it in there before I let go. I started crying so
hard that I couldn't stand, I slid down the wall and sat there sobbing. Why
the fuck would anyone hurt my brother like that? He didn't deserve that!
Nobody deserves that!

"Are you ok?"

I jumped, when I heard Noah's voice. He sat down beside me, and pulled me
into him.

"I don't want to lose him."

"You won't."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do; let him know you care about him and how much you love him; he'll
hear you."

"You think he will?"

"I know he will."

"But we haven't been getting along lately; I think he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you. So you're not getting along; it doesn't mean you
don't love him, and he knows that."

"I hope you're right."

"You ready to go back?"

"Yeah, I guess I have to."

He got up and offered his hand to me; I took it and he pulled me up.

"Why don't you wash your face?"

"Ok, I'll meet you back there."

He turned to leave.

"Noah?"

Turning back around, he asked, "Yeah?"

"Thanks, you're ok."

"No problem; you're ok, too," he said, smiling at me.

I splashed some water on my face, and then headed back to the waiting
room. When I got there, I sat down next to my mom, and took her hand. I had
only been back for a few minutes, when two uniformed police officers came
into the room.

"Are you the family of Jason Myers?" one of them asked.

"Yes, I'm his mother," my mom replied.

"Ok ma'am. Do you know of a reason why someone would attack your son?"

"No, I don't know why anybody would do such a thing to my son."

"Do you know a Peter Watkins?"

"What! What do you mean a Peter Watkins?" Noah interrupted.

"Yes, I know him; he's Jason's b-b...umm friend. Do you know him, Noah?" my
mom asked.

"Yes, he's my brother."

"Well, like I was saying, Peter told us that he was meeting your son at the
movies, and he was a little late. When he got there, he saw three boys
kicking your son repeatedly. He yelled for them to stop, but they didn't,
and when he tried to stop them, they punched him, and when he tried again,
one of the boys twisted his arm so roughly that they dislocated his
shoulder. He fought against them, but couldn't get loose from the grip of
the boy who was holding him. When your son lost consciousness, the boy
holding Peter back, threw him to the ground, and they left."

"Mrs. Myers, we have reason to suspect that this is a hate crime," the
other officer said.

"What! Why do you say that?"

"Peter, and another witness we found, said that the boys were shouting
certain slur words, as they were kicking him."

At that, I sat back down in my chair. It all came back to me - the silent,
tense phone calls, his reaction when I went off that day at our house,
mom's pale face when she realized he heard me; it all made since now -
Jason is gay. Fuck! Now I really do feel like shit! If Jason survives, I
swear I'll change. I'll even go to counseling if I have to, because I never
want to do to someone else what they did to my brother.

My mom shook her head, and sat back down.

"I can't believe someone could do something so cruel!"

"Ma'am? We'll do everything possible to find those boys; we'll keep you
updated."

"Yes, please do."

"Young man?" one of the officers directed to Noah.

"Yes sir?"

"Your brother is fine. If you want to see him, he is in room 213; we were
just there."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

They nodded to us and left.

"Noah, if you want to go see your brother, it's ok; we'll be fine here."

"Yeah, umm, ok, I'll be back. Come with me?" he asked Josh.

"I guess, if you want me to."

"I do."

"Ok, we'll be back soon."

Soon after they left, a nurse came in and said that we could see Jason, one
at a time, but only for 10 minutes, because he needed to rest, and we could
stimulate him too much.

Mom took one look at me and said, "You go first." I think she could tell
that I put two and two together, and had figured out that he's gay, and
that I feel guilty.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, baby, you go."

"Ok, I'll be out in a minute."

When I walked in, I gasped at the sight of all the wires and tubes coming
from his body. I went over to him and took his hand, and leaned down to
kiss the little part of his forehead that wasn't covered with gauze.

"Hey, bro, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I've been such a shit to you, and I
didn't even know I was. I didn't know why you were so mad at me, but now I
do. You didn't deserve to hear all the things I said. I wish I could take
it back, all of it, but I can't; all I can do is promise you that I'll work
on it, even if that means I need help to get it all worked out in my
head. I'll do anything, anything if you'll just get better...please. I love
you, bro. I don't care if you're gay; just don't die on me.

*Noah*

When I heard my brother's name, I was shocked that he had witnessed
something like that, and that he seems to know Justin's brother. I am
definitely going to go see him.

I don't know if my parents are here or not, but I haven't seen my brother
in months, and I'm going to see him and make sure he is ok.

When we found 213, I glanced in; nobody there except Pete.

I walked in, and when Pete saw me, he jumped off the bed and came running
to me, grabbing hold of me with his good side.

"Oh my god! Noah! How did you find me?"

"Well, you know Jason? He is Josh's roommate's brother," I said pointing to
Josh.

"How is he? They won't tell me anything. Is he gonna be ok?"

"I don't know, Pete; they said he has some pretty bad injuries."

"Shit! He has to be ok, Noah; he just has to be ok. I don't know what I'll
do if he isn't."

"Wait! Pete, is Jason more than just a friend?"

He looked at Josh, and then back at me, and quietly answered, "Yes."

"Really? Wow! How long have you been together?"

He cringed, and said, "A year."

"So you were together when I got kicked out?"

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, Noah; I was a coward for not saying anything."

"No, Pete. I would never want you to come out defending me. I'm glad you
didn't say anything, I would have felt guilty if you got kicked out, too."

"Really? You aren't mad at me?"

"No, of course not. I'm just really glad to see you," I told him.

"Me, too, I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too," I said, pulling him into a hug again.

He pulled back and, smiling, asked, "So, is this your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, sorry; this is Josh; Josh, this is Pete."

"It's nice to meet you, Josh."

"You too, Pete, although I wish it wasn't like this."

We sat down and started catching up. It was great finding out what was
going on in his life, and watching Pete and Josh get to know each other.

We were probably in there for 30 minutes, when I heard the voice of the man
I never wanted to see again...my father.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!? LEAVE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, FAG!"



*Author's Note*

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I am so sorry for making you wait this
long for another chapter. I am starting graduate school on Monday; the
program I am going into is very intense and time consuming, because of this
I'm afraid that the amount of time you have had to wait for this chapter
will probably become common. I do promise all of you that I will never
abandon this story, because I hate when I start reading a story that never
gets finished and I will not do that to you. I will do everything in my
power to get the chapters out as quickly as I can and I won't make you wait
too long.

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Special thanks to Jere for editing.